Twelve pillars of mystic flame wove together again and again. Inside the ice sphere before the Ice-Crowned Crocodile Demon, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and countless bolts of icy lightning burst into view. Lu Xiaotian's side displayed extraordinary power, but the Ice-Crowned Crocodile Demon was also bringing out a trump card. It was not about to be outdone.
The power of the Formless Mystic Flame had already surpassed that of most spirit flames. Even the Ice-Crowned Crocodile Demon's ferocious sphere of lightning and ice was faintly being suppressed.
Meanwhile, the stray bolts of icy lightning could not harm Lu Xiaotian himself in the slightest. He nocked an arrow and drew his bow. The Devouring Bow was pulled taut as a full moon. Three arrows lined up in a straight line in midair and shot directly toward the center of Lord Moyan's brow.
In the surging sea of fire, countless rocks melted into churning lava, while all manner of spirit plants and demonic flora burned to ashes.
On the island beyond the sea of fire, low-level cultivators and some spirit birds and demonic birds watched the flames sweeping across the sky in terror. Not one dared approach. Though none knew exactly what was happening, everyone understood that the Moyan Temple was likely facing an unprecedented calamity.
Lord Moyan opened his mouth and spat out a scarlet crystal formation plate and three scarlet formation flags wreathed in flowing flames.
Lord Moyan held the formation plate, while the three formation flags floated around him. But activating the grand formation would take time. The Ice-Crowned Crocodile Demon could clearly only shoulder some of the pressure for him, and it was no match for Lu Xiaotian either. Lord Moyan had long since understood that.
Faced with the three arrows roaring toward him, Lord Moyan gritted